Unknown POV
I almost got her.
The one person I have been planning to save from this cruel nightmare has been taken away by those detectives.
I slammed my fist into the long metal table, and it created an immeasurable, defeating noise. I was panting and gasping so hard, struggling to catch my breath. Not only that, but I had nothing to feel but the blazing fury inside me as I remembered what had transpired earlier.
As I was tracking Athena Collins and her boyfriend for a month now, I got so used to their daily routine that I struggled so hard to strategize a concrete plan and execute it seamlessly.
Lately, I have been seeing some loopholes in their daily routine. The boyfriend suddenly became negligent about Athena Collins, for the perfect reason that he began hanging out and giving more time to the other woman who recently intruded on their once-perfect relationship. Because of that, I was able to execute all my plans into rea
Athena's POV I jerked out of bed, my eyes wide open. My head spun, andI felt physically sick as a result of the sudden movement. I unthinkingly gripped my head, which I eventually discovered was sealed in a sterile dressing. I began to look around my body and started to notice that intravenous fluid had been infused into my right wrist. Then I glanced around and observed soft gel artifacts wallpapered on my chest, which I presumed were linked in some way to the equipment that was steadily rhythmic thumping on my side. I must have been dressed in a white gown that I later found for a hospital gown. I decided to shift my body into a better position, but I grimaced in extreme discomfort and pain. Just then, the door to my hospital room suddenly opened, and I was jolted by the sudden appearance of a person who could be my doctor. My attention has been drawn to the man who was trailing behind my doctor. He was dressed in a black coat and loo
Chad's POV Lovi and I are casually walking around the shopping complex andenjoying each other's company. I would never want to jump to any conclusions or misconstrue it, but I definitely think this is just what they consider a getting-to-know-you phase. We were snacking a cottoncandy, which would have been a sickly sweet treat with colors of the rainbow. I am sorry to have to say that I had never evenheard of it, although it was full of flavor and perfect for anyone with a sweet tooth. I remembered her simply trying to point out to a vendor standing just next to his candy cart earlier, and the manner her lips pouted with her puppy dog eyes, I started to realize she was so sweet and adorableand looks almost exactly like a pre-schooler askingherfather to purchase her some candy bars. Dad? Yuck. There is really no way I am a child predator, and if we are having a discussion about age, we are
Megan's POV I had only just successfully completed taking a shower and had been dolled up in a crimson red sleeveless top that partially covered my body. It accentuatesall my body's perfect contours, and even more so my cleavage and my fair-skinned and lengthy thighs. I tried to swing in front of my full-length mirror and spritzed a mist of perfume to give myself a more alluring pervasiveness. Then I slowly opened the bathroom door to my room and decided to stand there leaning against it. I bit my finger as I gazed coquettishly at Cloud, who may have been sitting in bed, totally and utterly, deeply engaged in his own thoughts. I was expecting him to be gobsmacked and approach me in the door frame like he should have to, but his mind and thoughts seemed to have been somewhere else. He seemed tobe staring straight at me, but then you can see that his field of vision was not largely centered on me. I took a deep breath and tr
Unknown POV I am interested to know how often these days I had already left to sort this mess out. I have spent so long hovering the very same nook and cranny for the recent months. Furthermore, Imanaged to keep myself distracted with things thatI wanted to do to take the focus away from myself from the actuality that was seeking for me through my front door. There seem to be days when I am capable of handling my self-destructive sentiments, and that some nights are extremely critical, and I am continuing to learn that the next day I would get by is existence. I am trying to ascertain how many months I will really sketch various shades on my portrait; I do not even have a particular strategy. Some hours each night, I do not really feel positive about what I have accomplished in the last several months. It seems to be like something is seriously lacking as if I should have performed more. Especially given the fact that I grew up knowing I
Lovi's POV "Are you quite certain thatyou are not going to talk to me?" Chad wondered out loud. I paused for a moment, taking a deep and heavy breath, before having to turn around and looking at him again. We have been in the park, immediately after finishing a romantic dinner at a nearby diner. We have been taking a stroll around in the middle of the night, intimately involved in meaningful conversations as we ingested the refreshing, evening gust of wind. This was a really dreamy evening for both of us. There was just something thathe had said thatcaught me off guard and washed away the incredible moments we had managed to spend together. "What precisely do you really want me to say?" I asked indifferently. Chad began to look at me with bemusement in his eyes. "I am not absolutely positive! I mean, how am I supposed to go about doing that? And, in the reality, of course, I was not really givin
Athena's POV I had spent so long staring blanklyat the ceiling for a few hours as I lay frozen in place on the bed. It has been a few months, which has now become my typical scenario. So many things started to change, and I am pretty damn sure it was not for the greater good. While I was able to return to work, I have always had the great deal of uncertainty that perhaps the original Athena, who was constantly faced with grave danger and scared to death during that dreadful night four months ago, must have disappeared. And I have this uncomfortable feeling that I will never be able to easily find her and bring herback. In fact, it makes it appear that I would never be the same, everagain. I was admitted to a hospital for a month after that disturbing evening. In terms of the physical injury, I had withstood a tremendous amount. I had suffered severe blood loss as a result of the inexplicable mutilation, in which one of my to
Lovi's POV I had watched as Athena struggled to let herself out of the supervisor's office, and I immediately rose to my seat and rushed into her side. Her eyes flickered on my face and her signature smile flashed towards me, and I smiled back. I wrapped my arms around her. "How are you feeling today?" I asked. "Still the same, nothing has changed," she said flatly. I gently pulled away from the hug and fixed my gaze on her eyes as I held her hand firmly. "Come with us later. I promise it will be fun!" I encouraged her, with an upbeat and enthusiasm written all over my face. She managed to give me a forced kind of smile like she was required to do so. "I will try," she said with no excitement in her voice. I took a deep and heavy sigh, before reverting my gaze to her. "Do not just try, and do not even think about it. You should come and have some fun," I urged her. She just stared blankly at my face, with no at
Athena's POV My shift was about to end in a few minutes, yet here I am, still stuck in writing and adding some chapters to my novel. I also have a lot of editing and proofreading to make, and the day of the launch is just two months away while I still remain on the ground still. Before, all the concepts and ideas naturally flow in my mind whenever I need something to write about. It was like my creative juices are so innate, like it was a constant part of me, and will always be there whenever I need them. They had never betrayed me, even for a bit. But now, I could not seem to locate them. I have been constantly digging my own brain, but the ideas seemed to be hiding somewhere. It feels like I would need to smash my head so that the creative juices would splatter around and the only thing that I needed to do was to pick them up one by one and put everything into writing. I had been called out for quite some time now. Though our supervisor had